Music is good for the soul. Many times I’ve listened to a hard rock song to clear the cobwebs in my head, or a classical sonata to find peace in chaos. When Owen was a baby, I would take his hands, placing one on my heart, and holding one to my mouth, or throat. I wanted him to feel the vibrations of sound when I talked, or sang to him. Music has always been a form of comfort to me, and I wanted Owen to understand the depth of what it could mean for him. Earlier, Owen took his hand, put it over my mouth, and starting singing his scales. I didn’t sing at first, but then he motioned for me to sing. Singing is part of our every day routine. In times of stress, I have Owen singing scales, hoping that he finds peace in the rhythm, and routine of the sounds. I can’t carry a tune in the proverbial bucket, but Owen can. When he is singing in his natural voice, and not mimicking one of the characters he loves, he has beautiful tone. We have several instruments that he likes to play. His keyboard will play songs automatically. He will choose a song, set it to play, and then strum his guitar, singing the song. He hasn’t learned any of the chords yet, but miraculously, he keeps the strumming in sync with the keyboard. His hand, eye coordination is coming. He is now starting to count with his fingers to ten, and learning sign language; I know this will be beneficial to playing the instruments. I think drums will be next, because they are supposed to help with hand, eye coordination, as well. I always remind Owen to sing loud, and sing proud. Find your voice, sing your song, and know that you are amazing. Smiles to all and donut daze!
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